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336 pages, Paperback
Published May 1, 2018
Max supposed Bastian was right. They didn’t know, or need to know, what happened next. The life they chose to lead, or not lead, was not pre-scripted. They could do with it what they wanted. The thought comforted Max as he drifted off to sleep, next to Bastian, their hands intertwined into a bouquet of fingers. And once the war was over; a war that had attempted to take away people’s humanity, their spirit, their faith; once grave stones were carved and the dead remembered, once the ever gnawing hunger dampened and bellies were almost full again, once children were born who had not lived through it, Max and Bastian would have this night, this moment, precious and maybe ill-conceived, it could not be taken away.
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